I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 32 The Difficult Tour

The foreign blond man really understood Mr. Huang's elegance.

For their blood race, after encountering their favorite prey, there are only two ways.

Or, eat them.

Or, enslave them.

But like Mr. Huang, it is still rare to make specimens of prey.

However, he also understood.

After all, in a long life, the blood race must find some hobbies, right?Otherwise, how boring such a long life would be.

This Mr. Huang was his father's servant in Huaxia a long time ago, um, it seems to be in the late Qing Dynasty.Now, he is the housekeeper of his family.

He used to be a eunuch in Ouchi.

There is always a little bit of surprise in doing things.

...well, perverted.

The most perverted thing is that he likes to collect all kinds of female corpses.

Everyone in the family doesn't like this old thing.Because, he always gives people a gloomy feeling.

Even Pete is unwilling to deal with him.

However, Mr. Huang is very loyal to his family, like a good dog.

More than ten years ago, he was sent to Huaxia by his family to take over Huaxia's business.

He shook his head and smiled, took out his collector's lighter, and lit a cigar.Then another question was asked.

"Mr. Huang, are you sure that the pharmacist will come?"

Blonde Pete asked.

At noon today, Pete received a call from his father, saying that Mr. Huang had used the military order given to him by his family.Pete's father ordered Pete to go to Huaxia immediately and do things cheaply.

When I arrived in Huaxia, I met Mr. Huang.

After hearing from Mr. Huang that the owner of the plaster was not only a pharmacist, but also a Chinese cultivator, Pete, who was originally lacking in interest, finally became interested.

Before that, he had been hearing from his grandfather that the Chinese cultivators were terrifying.

However, he always felt that it was a rumor.

Now that he finally had the opportunity to meet the Huaxia cultivator, Pete was so excited that he couldn't hide it anymore.

I don't know what the blood of Huaxia cultivators tastes like!
Or, I can gift him to be my servant!

Pete raised his head, exhaled a mouthful of green smoke, and imagined wonderfully.

"He will!"

Mr. Huang nodded, pinched Ding Xuan's chin, and said: "I have investigated for a long time, and I am very sure that this woman has a very close relationship with him. Therefore, he will definitely come!"

He had suspected before that there was another expert behind Qingcheng Beauty.

After all, he had also bought plasters.

The plaster does have the curative effect on rheumatoid arthritis, and at the same time, it also has the powerful effect of repairing the skin on a large area.What is even more amazing is that this plaster can also regulate the human body, it will make the blood flow smoothly and make people healthier.

In order to find out the composition of the plaster, Mr. Huang specially asked someone to test it, and the results after the test were surprising.

The preparation and processing means of plaster, existing science and technology can't be accomplished at all.

After learning the result, Mr. Huang concluded that behind Qingcheng Beauty, there must be an expert.

However, he didn't know how heavy that tall man was.

Luckily, he's accompanied by a self-righteous moron.

Jia Feng went to try it out, but failed.

I went to try it myself yesterday, but it didn't come back.

Should be dead.

Although he thought Jia Feng was an idiot.

But Jia Feng, who has the ability of the blood clan, his combat effectiveness is still very good.

But now, Jia Feng is dead.

What does that mean?
This pharmacist is not only a pharmacist, but also a powerful Huaxia cultivator.

To deal with this kind of person, we must plan carefully, kill him with one blow, and never give him any chance to resist.

"All right!"

Pete shrugged and said, "So, what should we do next? Tell him the location. Don't worry, we've already laid a net around us."

"Not in a hurry!"

Mr. Huang walked to the table, pulled a chair and sat down.

From the silver box, he took out a cigar, cut off his head, took out a collector's edition lighter and lit it.

"There is an old saying in Huaxia, attacking the heart is the best!"

Mr. Huang squeezed his orchid fingers, held his cigar between his fingers and said, "He is the one who is anxious now. When he loses his senses, loses his senses, and turns into a mad dog who can't distinguish things. At that time, we will get twice the result with half the effort when we launch an attack! At this time, I not only want his medicine, but also his life!"

Hearing this, Pete subconsciously distanced himself from that old thing.

This old thing is really too insidious.

Better stay away from him.

With a cigar in his mouth, Mr. Huang picked up the nail clippers and began to trim his nails.

As his body trembled, the ash of the cigar in his mouth fluttered down.

But right now.

Mr. Huang saw the falling fine ash, which suddenly solidified in the air.

Mr. Huang was suspicious at first, and then his face changed drastically.

He wanted to stand up, but found that his body seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

Finished!

Mr. Huang was in despair.

He originally thought that he paid enough attention to Yang Qing, but he still underestimated him.

at this time.

The roof exploded.

Amidst the dust, a person stepped on a flying sword, like a meteor, piercing through the roof and falling from the sky.

The flying sword under his feet pressed on Mr. Huang's head.

Mr. Huang's neck snapped off, and then Yang Qing continued down, and Mr. Huang's head was stepped into his stomach.Then, his body, with the head in his stomach, was trampled into a crack in the earth.

There was a flicker of madness in Yang Qing's eyes.

The chaotic fire in the dantian was jumping joyfully, and in the sea of ​​dantian, the real essence was boiling and undulating like a wild wolf.

This is the first time that Zhenyuan has completely lost control.

Yang Qing, who retained the only trace of reason, looked around after looking around.

Waving his hand and looking at himself with tears in his eyes, Ding Xuan, who was bloodshot at the corner of his mouth, fainted, then laid out the formation and incorporated it into the formation.

Peter, who was standing at the door, stared wide-eyed, his blue eyes filled with horror and fear.He didn't even notice the cigar slipping from the corner of his mouth.

Is this the oriental monk?
It was so powerful, so terrifying.

Mr. Huang, a century-old blood family, was trampled to death by him just like that.

It's like stepping on a bedbug.

The next moment, Pete suddenly saw that the devil was staring at him.

Pete was so scared that he almost peed.

Without thinking about it, he turned around and ran away.

"Protect the young master!"

someone shouted.

The surrounding glass windows shattered in an instant.

More than a dozen blood races rushed towards Yang Qing like ghosts, like blades flying in the wind.

Yang Qing didn't bother to pay attention to the group of bats.

He made a seal with both hands, and said softly: "Seal the demon".

A golden ripple, like a ripple, rushed towards all directions at an extremely fast speed.The space stagnated instantly, and those blood masters flying in the air and rushing towards Yang Qing were instantly frozen in the air.

Yang Qing raised his hand and pointed like a sword, gently circled around, uttering the truth: "Zhu Xie!"

For the first time, the fighting spell learned from Senior Glacier appeared in the world.

A silver flying sword appeared out of thin air in front of Yang Qing.

In an instant, it turned into countless sword lights.

With Yang Qing's palm spread out, Wan Dao Jianguang shot in all directions like a icy waterfall torrential rain.

The blood master who was imprisoned in the air was instantly pierced through his body and turned into nothingness.

After a while, Pete, who ran out, stepped back, trembling, and carefully retreated into the room.

On his forehead, a cold and dark broadsword exuded a trace of coolness, pressing against the center of his brow.

Pete's body was as stiff as wood, and his blue eyes were filled with empty despair. .

He dared not move.

He has no doubt that if there is any change in himself, this flying ancient sword will pierce through his forehead without hesitation.

Yang Qing glanced around.

The ground was covered with blood and broken steps.

Those blood races that were determined before had already been strangled into nothingness in the sword light.

Only then did he feel the chaotic flames in his body, and he was no longer so manic.

He let out a foul breath.

Then with his back to the door, he lit a cigarette against the wind.

Putting the lighter away, Yang Qing walked up to Pete with a cigarette in his mouth.

With a hook of the finger, the black broadsword turned into a stream of light and entered Yang Qing's body.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yang Qing squinted his eyes, looking at the handsome foreign blood in front of him.

"Peter? Pete Dracula?"

Yang Qing asked while biting his cigarette butt.

Pete nodded quickly when he heard this.

"Ding Xuan was captured by you?"

Yang Qing asked.

Pete nodded first, then suddenly realized something and shook his head quickly.

Just kidding, although he knew it, it was not his idea to catch Ding Xuan.

"Catch Ding Xuan!"

Yang Qing was suddenly furious, and threw a left uppercut to Pete's handsome face.

Pete flew out like a broken sandbag, and fell into the pair of broken tables and chairs.

Yang Qing jumped violently and rushed over.

He raised his foot, like a child treading water, he raised his foot, and chopped it down hard.

"Catch Ding Xuan!"

"Catch Ding Xuan!"

"I told you to catch me!"

Yang Qing stepped on it and cursed at the same time.

"Bastard, you really treat me like a bully, don't you!"

Yang Qing bowed left and right, sometimes jumping up and stepping down with both feet at the same time.

"Draft Master!"

Yang Qing beat Pete crazily.

Poor Pete lying in the pile of broken wood, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his mouth and nose were full of blood, but he couldn't even open his mouth.

Yang Qing fought for a while, took the last step, and then looked left and right.

Just when Pete thought that the devil was finally tired and was about to rest.However, the devil actually pulled out a steel bar from the corner of the wall, and then walked over aggressively.

"and many more!"

Pete turned pale with fright, and quickly raised his hand.

Without saying a word, Yang Qing hit Pete's handsome face with a stick.

"and many more!"

Yang Qing grabbed the steel bar and swung it round, and slammed it on Pete's face, head and body from left to right.

"What the hell did you say to wait!"

While smoking, Yang Qing scolded angrily: "Why didn't you wait for me!"

"I want to travel!"

bang bang...

"You just don't let me go on a trip!"

bang bang...

"Do you know, I have always wanted to travel!"

bang bang...

"Draft Master!"

bang bang...

"I just want to travel, is it so difficult?"

crackling...

Pete at the center of the storm.

He curled up his body hard, holding his head tightly.

He was covered in bruises, his eyes were full of despair, sadness, and a dazed expression.

"Master Huaxia, I really didn't know you were going to travel! I didn't stop you from traveling. Also, what does your travel have to do with beating me!"

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